More smoke rushes and piles at my feet. Swirls around my nostrils and invades my senses. I can feel the darkness knocking at the edge of my mind. This time, it doesn't take over like it usually would. It can't. For now.
So it's stalling and prowling for time to leap through my defenses.
"The moment you give in, you are dead." Azrakel says, his voice everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Sweat coats my skin. I want to shift but I can't.
"This isn't the hunt. You wouldn't get away with killing in public."
My heart's pace slowly turns erratic while I can feel my blood roaring in my ears.
"What the hell do you want from me!"
His voice is unruffled. "Focus."
I shift my gaze to the simulation of the supposedly dead Alpha Issac. "Great choice, by the way."
"You are welcome." The
